Remembering the magical colors of the world’s people
By Lori Suzanne Holetz
Our family went to Disneyland in 1969, I was 10. My life changed when I found the “It’s a Small World” ride. In a small boat, I discovered the world in all its wonder and spectacle. Floating gently down the stream, children—dolls, sang and danced, costumed in lavishly bright colors of the international rainbow to my delight. I went on it seven times, my dad finally pulling me out, it was time to go. My life has been devoted to the joy of diversity in people, places, and customs around the world; a focus on indigenous tribes of Egypt, Africa, Turtle Island, and Polynesia; the Great Mothers of us all! My long held dream would come true as I ventured to Egypt and Kenya, Africa—the cradle of human civilization. One morning’s breakfast where I was staying, I was asked why I came to Africa. My response was practical, “Well, I wanted to see the Motherland, you know, Lewis and Richard Leakey, Lucy, our oldest ancestor Australopithecus, and the many colorful tribes, their dances, songs, and costumes.” I believed my answer was appropriate, especially with the cultural ethnicities present at the moment. “That’s ridiculous!” piped back our Protestant hostess in all seriousness, “There were no people on the planet before Jesus!” All physical evidence to the contrary, my mouth dropped open, I was rendered speechless. I could speculate what those from India and Africa thought at that. A humiliatingly clear example of inappropriate teaching at best.
I see the colorful children of the world as evident that we are in an unprecedented evolutionary shift, the end/beginning of several galactic/solar system cycles. Humans are evolving in action. Our children, mistakenly referred to as the “indigo kids” are actually “rainbow children”, the highest evolution; all chakras open in loving kindness, truth, knowledge, and brilliant. The “indigos’’ at the turn of the 1900s, was when we saw an interest in “spiritual realms” of alchemy and mysticism with individuals as Houdini, Aleister Crowley, Helena Blavatsky, Khalil Gibran, Thomas Merton, and the like—resonating with the third eye chakra, pineal gland activated. Too esoteric for war-ridden times, it passed as a fad. The 21st century proved different; a resurgence in spiritualism now taking dominance in order for humanitarian change necessary to repair the Earth. We’ve spent the majority of the last 100 years in world wars, massive destruction, and death—to no evolutionary avail. Our beautiful ship now sinking into the depths of despair. What happened to all the pretty colors of Her people? Where are the brightly colored costumes, dances and songs of happiness and celebration? Where is the joy of humanity? Not gone, just enshrouded by the darkness of wrongful teachings. TIme to throw it off and step into the “Golden Age” of our human genius, with not a moment to spare.
The color of one’s skin is fundamentally a ridiculous argument. Melanin pigment in the skin is in direct relation to geographical locations where our ancestors were born; an evolutionary advantage based upon exposure to the sun. Deeper color is more protective and is founded in the Earth’s geographical latitude lines; closer to the equator, the darker the skin tones. It’s really that simple, and yet we fight over dark vs. light, better vs. worse, missing the point completely. No one place, or people, or tribe on our great Mother’s place and face, is better than any other. In it’s basic sense, this is who we all are. We must ask, his-story aside, why we might choose to take such a contrary view when now it truly is a small world, as we have—through the abilities of travel, communication, and technology—become a world of One Tribe in all locales. As newborns, we are “color-blind.” Prejudice is taught, and those teachings are inappropriate considering the vast and speedy evolution the rest of the Earth is undergoing. Nothing changes until perception changes, and brilliant human minds, especially of our children, are terrible things to waste at this crossroads. Remember, as the Great Mother knows, the greatest joy is in the harmony of all the colors of the rainbow together! Let’s be that rainbow, for now, “It’s a small world, after all”!
